by lizvelrene on November 20th, 2006

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What is your favorite poem?

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  • by partyparty on October 21st, 2009

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    This one:-


    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

    I love thee to the level of everyday's
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.
    _____

    It is my favourite because I think the words are beautiful. Elizabeth B Browning must certainly have had great feelings to have written such a passionate poem.

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    • Very passionate indeed, thank you.

      winkie

      by winkie on October 21st, 2009

    • You are most welcome winkie

      partyparty

      by partyparty on October 22nd, 2009

    • Party, he rescued her from a domineering father who had sexual lust for her. She had been partially paralyzed for 20 years, and he taught her to walk again. She wrote her book -- all 44 sonnets -- in secret and gave it to him for their 5th wedding anniversary.
      .
      She says "...love...better after death."
      After her death, he wrote this to her:
      Here's the site:
      http://mwsresearch.homestead.com/files/Proem.html

      Sandman

      by Sandman on October 24th, 2009

    • Oh thanks very much for that Sandman. What a love story!!

      partyparty

      by partyparty on October 25th, 2009

    • I haven’t told you half of it. When her father left town, he picked her up in his arms and carried her down three flights of stairs, took her to a church and married her right then and there. They sailed off to Italy, where he had already bought her a house.
      There’s a lot more, equally romantic; but I’m not writing an article here.
      Read the play or rent the movie, “The Barretts of Wimpole Street” (MGM 1957).
      There’s a famous sculpture of their hands, as they always sat and held hands every night before bedtime.
      And her dog even wrote a book about them. :)

      Sandman

      by Sandman on October 25th, 2009

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